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M3: Manik Mercer VS Suerte VS Raven; Referee: Cecil Jackson
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Topic Started: Feb 28 2015, 08:04 PM (449 Views)
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Mar 6 2015, 11:55 AM
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Raven lets fly with crushing blows reining down on Suerte's head, each blow subdues the beast into further submission, Raven starts to let out screams with each shot; she starts to tire and finally comes to a halt. Suerte lays motionless underneath Raven, Raven goes for the cover.
ONE!
TW..!!
KICKOUT!!
Letting out a growl in frustration, Raven smacks the canvas but realising this isn't the match to switch off she gets right to her feet, Suerte has rolled over on her side trying to muster up any strength left in herself. Mercer who has been slowly rolling away from the action has his hand on the bottom rope, the rope begins to rock back and forth then they begin to shake; Mercer is pissed, he has slipped past sanity and has become the monster we all know to well. Raven notices Mercer trying to get back to his feet and decides the big man is easier to deal with when his is down on his back, Raven rushes over and lands a forearm to his back but it has no affect he continues to shake and rise to his feet. Raven panicking lands a knee to the ribs of Mercer, he felt that one but continues to shake and rise to his feet.....He is up.
Brunswick: Oh boy, Raven get out of there.
Smith: If you haven't noticed Brunny, Raven has held her own tonight.
Raven takes a step backwards and looks for an angle of attack, Mercer has snapped and it is only a matter of time until he aims to destroy everything in his path; Raven enters his line of sight. Mercer slowly walks towards her, his body is twitching and quaking as he makes his way over to Raven; Raven swings with all her authority and catches Mercer on his jaw which makes his head snap to the right, he slowly brings it back round to focus his eyes on Raven. Raven's fate seems to be sealed Mercer is on his unstoppable rage and she is in the danger zone. She swings another haymaker this time Mercer doesn't even flinch, Raven decides to make an escape and jumps through the ropes; Mercer manages to catch hold of a leg though, Raven wasn't going to escape that easily and now she is in the monsters grip; Mercer pulls her back into the ring and lifts her above his head.
Smith: I wonder if Raven has ever had dreams of becoming a pilot?
Brunswick: What are you on about Doug?
Mercer walks over to the ropes facing the ramp and sends Raven flying over the top rope, the fans gasp at the sight of Raven's body hitting the concrete.
Brunswick: NO, NO. I'm not OK with this any more. Get the god damn medical team out here, someone needs to check if Raven is OK.
Smith: It's an anything goes match, Josh. Raven signed up for this, she is as hardcore as both of these. Mercer has been put through two tables and he is still standing, I really think you are underestimating Raven.
Brunswick: But-!
Smith: But nothing, Josh.
Mercer stands in the ring laughing at the mess he has just made of Raven, she hit her head on the landing and the blood begins to trickle from a cut along her hair line and Mercer just laughs. His laughs get halted as Suerte charges into the back of him, she had gotten to her feet just as Raven went found and immediately lost her wings. Mercer folds across the top rope but manages to keep himself in the ring, Suerte grabs hold of the waist line of Mercer but is met with a sharp reaction, Mercer throws his elbow backwards on his return and it sends Suerte tumbling back, she trips over the broken table on her way. Mercer then turns to look at Suerte, the soft look she was used to seeing when they gazed in each others eyes was gone and what she does see only makes her smile, it is a look she is all to familiar with; it's the look of someone who has let the rage engulf them, a look that makes the blood run cold in the veins of the average human, but Suerte is not an average human she is the Womanbeast. Suerte stands up and these two giants face off with each other.
Smith: Here we go, The Monster vs The Woman Beast.
Brunswick: ….Hmm.
The two titans collide in a tie up, both push and pull trying to gain the advantage; Mercer pull Suerte in and locks his arms around her waist, there is no romantic undertones between them this time. Mercer's arms tense and the veins pop on his biceps as he locks in the bear hug, Suerte arches as the Boa Constrict like arms of Mercer tries to squeeze the life out of her, Cecil moves in. Suerte places her hands on either side of Mercers head and lands a head butt, Mercer's knees dip but he forces himself back to his original stance and squeezes once more; Suerte drops her arms, Mercer senses Suerte might be on her way out so tightens again. Suerte raises one arm and the her fans do as much than can to will her out of Mercer's hold, but the cheers only seem to spur Mercer on as he reaches further up his arm to apply more pressure.
Smith: Could this be it, could this be Mercer's winning moment?
Brunswick: OH MY GOD, Raven is up aha, Raven is up. She is bleeding, bruised and looks as pissed as I have ever seen her.
Smith: I told you not to count her out, Brunny.
Raven walks down to the ring stopping to pick up a steel chair, with the chair in her hands she rolls under the bottom rope and stands directly behind Mercer. Suerte's face tighten and she finally lets out a cry, she raises her one arm and taps once on Mercer's shoulder and as she does Raven fires of with a chair shot to Mercer's back; Mercer is forced to let go.
Smith: Was Suerte about to tap then? Did I just see that?
Brunswick: I have no idea, it could have been but then she might just..I don't know.
Mercer drops to his knees and Suerte falls back into the ropes hooking her arm over the top, Raven lands another shot to Mercer that flattens him out and then she locks Suerte in her sights; Raven takes a steps over Mercer and lifts the dented chair over her head. Suerte looks at Raven but with most of her energy drained she only has time to lift her arm to try and lessen the impact, Raven swings with everything she has got and lands across Suerte's arm and head,
Brunswick: And down goes Suerte, the fans aren't happy.
Smith: But I am.
The chair dismantles on impact and Raven is left with just a chair leg in her hand, Raven goes for the cover.
ONE!
Suerte puts one foot on the ropes.
Smith: That doesn't count here Suerte, the ropes cant save you.
TWO!
Could this be it, Raven looks sure to have this match won, but from the depths of unconsciousness wakes Mercer and grabs hold of Cecil's leg and pulls him away from the count. 'If you finish the count you will have to deal with me', is heard coming from Mercer, shocked and a little bit frightened Cecil freezes. Raven looks around to find out why the three count hasn't been completed, she screams as she sees Mercer with Cecil and lifts herself up. Mercer also pushes himself up to his feet but only manages to get to a bent over position, Raven lands a knee to Mercer's head followed by an elbow; Mercer reaches out and grabs Raven around the waist trying to shelter himself from any more punishment, Raven tries to squirm away but doesn't manage it and Mercer locks his arms around Raven's legs. Suerte starts to pick herself back up using the ropes as an aid, her eyes dart to Raven and Mercer and she notices the lock Mercer is trying to get she knows it all to well and how hard it is to get out of. Suerte watches for a moment, she either is waiting for a perfect moment to strike or she wants to see Raven suffer.
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Mar 7 2015, 11:46 PM
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This match has done things.
Terrible, terrible things to its occupants. All three seeing strengths and weaknesses of the other, rises and falls. Amazing master strokes of violence and cruelty. This match, arisen from infatuations and standing rivalry. Three monsters in their own rights vying to be THE monster. Unhinged minds seeking validation to their insanity and ill tempered nature.
This isn't a match, this is a war.
Suerte moves forward, rears back a hand fast and...CLOP! The crowd shrieks and Mercer drops limply to the mat, hold broken, eyes wide and glassy. Raven isn't sure if she should be thankful or concerned, but ops for healthy concern when she realizes the Womanbeast is turning about on her. Raven scurries for the apron and rolls to the outside, limping slightly from her leg being worked by Mercer's impressive power. Suerte keeps coming, vacating the ring by stepping over the rope and hopping to the outside.
Raven, for perhaps the first time since the bell rang, is scared.
The 10th Wonder is gone. Buried beneath the wave of primal fury and inconsolable rage that is the Womanbeast. The irreconcilable force of DO-MI-NAR is zeroing in on her and it seems frightening because she knows exactly what that entails. What it has done to so many. Why didn't Reese come back to stop her, why did he have to pussy out for his girlfriend's sake? Raven stands her ground, cursing Reese Lynch for not doing what he should have done when she stepped back into everyone's lives.
His fault, His fault. HIS FAULT! HIS FAULT!! HIS FAULT!!!
Raven's mind has become a clarion blast of panicky thoughts and half finished meditations. Her world a kaleidoscope of emotional depth charges going off. She stands her ground, doesn't run, she limps forward and ducks her head as Suerte swings a Haymaker.
The hollow coconut sound echoes and Raven falls flat on her ass with dazed eyes. Suerte closes in with a slow pace of steps, eyes far away, vacant. Like a Great White Shark, Suerte is all instinct, killing without sight like a Xenomorph it seems. She bends down and palms Raven's entire head with one hand and hauls her up slowly. Raven grasps at Suerte's wrist, the Giantess trembles and heaves, then with the hand still palming Raven's skull, lifts the Baddest Bitch up off the ground.
The Lucky Ones roared and shrieked, camera flashes abounding at the physical spectacle of Raven dangling from the Womanbeast's massive crucible. Raven kicks her legs and shrieks herself right before Suerte casts her into the barricade.
Raven's back smacks the partition hard and she screams her agony.
Smith: Whoa...
Brunswick: She's a tyrant! A monster, somebody ought to stop this! She's going to cripple Raven!!!
Everything hurts. Raven concludes this as Suerte backs away to the apron, looking at her with those distant eyes that don't really seem to see her. This whole thing is Mercer's fault. Raven's mind races this consideration through.
Why couldn't he have pinned and fucked the damn Gorilla Girl so it could be just her and him tonight? Suerte takes a back seat historically in relationships!
Clearly, Mercer and priorities weren't straight. His give a damns all over the place instead of the places they need to be. This is all MERCER'S FAULT! Rage builds in Raven's limbs, her nostrils flaring and eyes blazing as they wear the pain she's feeling.
Ducking her head, Suerte barrels forward and Raven finds it in herself to lunge aside. Suerte crashes the top of her head into the barricade and falls flat on her face. The partition between crowd and ring is indented slightly from where Suerte hit. Raven herself is crawling to the apron, pulling herself up by the ring skirt. She looks in to see Mercer stirring, which means stealing a three count is not only unlikely, but dangerous.
Growling, Raven turns and finds Suerte dragging herself up onto the barricade, occupying the spot she had been in moments ago.
Raven balls her fists, and trembles.
It isn't even rage anymore. Nor fury, nor hate. Just hard, bitter disappointment. Framing Suerte were three signs, three fans holding them aloft. One above her head, and the other two on either side of her face. Above read "Meiko Way!", left side read "Ata-matic!" and right side read "Wildhearts, Wrath-ful Diety!". Raven's breath halts in her throat.
It's all my fault?
She charges forward and knees Suerte in the sternum for all shes worth, drawing a massive shudder and gasp from the Sacramento Sequoia.
IT'S MY FAULT!
Elbow Strike, Elbow Strike, Knee, Knee, Right Cross, return Back Elbow, follow through Left Cross, Reinforced Elbow Strike, Knee, Knee. Raven pours on all she can as realization and self loathing replaces confidence, arrogance and hate.
IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!
All the things she should have been, could have been, are right before her. And at the center of it all is this towering titan, this gargantuan bitch that is becoming more the Goddess of the ropes than her. Last year they were an even kill, but Reese, Reese sparked a new life into an otherwise Babyface, Gentle Giant. Raven know that her absence created a gap in strength, skill and will. Suerte has gotten ahead of her and only she is to blame.
IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!
Screaming her head off, and forming the very words that are a metronome in her head, a dagger in her mind, she repeats them in a verbal tumble. Tears of grief and anger streaming from her eyes as she unloads Roundhouse Kicks into Suerte's ribs, finally causing the Womanbeast to collapse to the floor.
Smith: Holy Fuck!
Brunswick: She just came unglued!!!
Knuckles bleeding, face in her hands, Raven drops to her meeting knees, balling her eyes out in a complete and total breakdown on the outside. Kneeling before the still, prone body of Suerte. The crowd is strangely quiet, not sure what they are actually witness to. What is going on inside the tortured mind of the baddest of wrestling bitches?
While the outside drama plays out further, Mercer's drama, largely ignored, comes to a close. Mercer sits up and makes a knee. He gives his head a good shake and spots Raven in her tormented throws and Suerte in a massive heap against the barricade.
It is high time for him to reassert his presence.
Going to the apron, he slides to the outside, strides up to Raven, and without breaking stride, grabs her hair and the seat of her shorts, hauling her headfirst into the barricade. Raven goes torpor on the floor and Mercer hefts her up into his arms, marching with her towards the apron. Stopping half way there, Mercer turns his back to the apron, and with tired eyes, sweat beading off his brow, he turns the spitfire woman in his arms so that she's horizontal across his massive chest.
He smiles at the front row, howls and throws himself backwards, pitching Raven up into the air with a Fall-Away Slam. Raven lands awkwardly on the top rope and flops down on the other side of the apron, in the ring and dizzy.
The crowd loses its collective shit, standing in their seats and thundering aloud for Mercer. Love him or hate him aside, right now he performed a keg toss with a human being! The echo of "HO-LY-SHIT!" abounds at full blast as Mercer picks himself up, dusts himself off and rolls into the ring.
Smith: That couldn't have just happened!?!
Brunswick: My God...I-I never have seen such a thing in my whole life...that was something else!
Smith: We should probably queue that shit right up!
Brunswick: Uhhhh-YEAH!
The replay splays across the tron screens as the crowd continues to sound. Those at home are treated to multiple angles on a split screen, seeing the Fall-Away and the results on Raven in ring with dynamic cutting and slow-mo.
Brunswick (Exasperated): Unbelievable!
Smith: You said it!
Stalking over to the center of the ring with Raven once again bundled in his arms, Mercer almost seems to pose in the center of the ring as he pants from all the exertion. He hefts Raven up, spins her into a Tilt-a-Whirl and plants her hard with a massive Side Slam, immediately hooking the leg for a cover with the ring still shaking.
Cecil slides in fast and lays down the count.
ONE!
TWO!
TWO-AND-A-HALF!!
THRE-NOOOO!!??!!
Somehow, Raven finds it in herself to get the shoulder up. At first Mercer doesn't believe it, looking to Cecil and holding up three fingers, Cecil shaking his head and holding up two. The crowd quiets after initially blowing up for what they thought was the finish. They instead start warring chants. One side echos "MER-CER!" while the other wing echos back "RA-VEN!". Mercer regards all of this, as if really taking note of it all for the first time.
Love them or hate them, the PRW Universe is who he plays to, and they notice him now, really notice him. And the feeling is unreal...
TBC: Mercer/Raven
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Gotta take his word for it, guys, he's wearing Polka Dots...

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Mar 9 2015, 07:22 PM
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Mercer is going nuts! He's super pissed off that Raven won't stay down. This is the girl who made him tap out winning the Cyanide title back. This is the girl who begged for weeks to get into the match with Mercer and Suerte. The man beast known as Mercer again shakes his head, and then looks to Raven whose breathing heavily on the ground. How can someone so small hang in their with two giants? Mercer knows the answer, and it's heart. So it's time to rip that heart out of the bitches chest.
Cecil Jackson circles the ring and looks over the ropes to where Suerte is still down. His attention on her doesn't last long because Mercer is picking Raven up and grabbing her in a bear hug motion. Raven Screams, her eyes water, her back shoots up with pain as the power of Mercer is like no other she's ever seen. Mercer shakes her around adding pressure as he tries to make Raven quit. Raven can barely breath but she needs to hang on. She's come this far, she can't quit now.
Even though Mercer is in control the pain and beating Mercer has taken throughout the night is setting in. Mercer can feel it in his back and ribs, and now that 165 pound bitch weights like ten of them. Even feeling a tad dizzy in the process Mercer tries to focus. He needs this win tonight. He needs to show that he is a dominant force, a dominant competitor, and the dominance he's shown tonight is everything he's talked about. Now all he needs is the tap out victory, which seems only around the corner.
Brunswick: This match has been non stop brutality from all three competitors and now the fatigue is setting in. The look on Mercer's face right now as he holds Raven with that submission only says one thing.
Smith: What tired?
Brunswick: No, determination.
Like Led Zeppelin, Suerte is dazed and confused. The beating Raven laid on her was a vicious one. One like she's never received from Raven before. Lady Death is known for her striking and she proved it on Suerte.
Even though she got pounded on by Raven, this is nothing new between her and Raven. Endless battles in the past bring us to this endless war now. Like before Suerte wants to come out on top again. One thing stands in her way this time and that's Mercer. Her eyes flicker as she starts to fully come through. Suerte looks int the ring and sees the beast holding Raven in a bear hug. Suerte turns her body so she is on her side. Throwing up an arm she pushes herself up, and with her eyes on Mercer and Raven, The Womanbeast heads for the ring.
In the ring Raven is almost passed out. The squeezing and releasing from Mercer is making the will of Raven start to cave. The Baddest Bitch in professional wrestling is hanging on with everything she has left. Knowing in her mind eventually Mercer will have to stop due to his back, she waits and waits knowing the rookie will make a mistake sooner or later.
Mercer squeezes and smashes his head against Ravens only inflicting more damage on her. Throwing her side to side Mercer screams at Raven to quit.
The pain is unbearable. Raven can feel the fatigue in her body setting in and her brain is telling her to give up, but she can't, she knows she can't, giving up now would make her look silly. Raven wanted this match more then anything. How can she get out of this bear hug? Lady Death fights the pain and thinks to herself, don't quit.
Brunswick: Mercer looks tired Smith you have to wonder how his body is going to be able to continue.
Smith: Forget about Mercer's body, what about Raven? The girl has been threw hell in this match and now is at the mercy of a bear hug, it's basically over for Lady Death.
Raven clinches her teeth together and lets out a huge yell as her back is on the verge to break. Laughing the beast Mercer tells her to tap.
Suerte rolls in the ring. Using the ropes she starts to pull herself up.
Cecil comes in and asks Raven what she wants to do, but instantly Raven yells fuck off to the referee. Again Cecil asks if she wants to quit, and Raven screams no. Raven puts her hands across Mercers face trying to break free but all Mercer does is pull her in closer.
BIG MISTAKE!
The crazy bitch has had enough and as her head comes close to Mercer, Lady Death opens her mouth and bites the face of Mercer!
Seeing this Suerte takes a step back and watches Raven bite the face of Mercer. Knowing how this feels, Suerte waits for the perfect way to end this.
Brunswick: RAVEN IS BITING MERCERS FACE!
Smith: I always knew Raven was a biter!
Mercer drops Raven, holding his face he backs up into the turnbuckle. Blood surrounds Ravens mouth and she screams like a witch, but the fans don't boo they cheer. Wiping her mouth she sees the blood and a big crying baby in the corner. The fans are cheering as Raven starts to chirp Mercer in the corner. Raven runs in hitting Mercer with a running knee to the leg. Stepping back she lands a few leg kicks, and then jumps in landing a elbow to the midsection. Mercer drops in the corner to one knee and winces in pain.
Suerte has seen enough. As Raven backs out of the corner yelling at Mercer she bumps into a body.
Ravens happy moment turns into a nightmare. Knowing Cecil is to her right, she knows it could only be one person.
Fans blow up as Suerte smirks and waits Raven to turn around.
Raven won't though... Seeing on the tron that Suerte stands behind her it's an all or nothing try here. While screaming, Raven swings an elbow that is blocked by the Womanbeast. With her free hand, Suerte grabs Raven by the throat.
Brunswick: Suerte has Raven by the throat!
Raven's eyes are bulging out of her face. Shaking her head Raven asks Suerte not to do it. Suerte doesn't only want to win tonight. She wants to end Lady Death. With the fans at an all time high they cheer away as Suerte squeezes Ravens throat. Finally lifting Raven up, the Womanbeast holds her there for a second or two as the fans get a little louder. Kicking her feet Raven tries to get free.
Suerte turns and slams Raven hard into the mat making the building blow!
Brunswick: CHOKESLAM, CHOKESLAM! MY GOD I'M SURPRISED THAT RAVEN DIDN'T GO THREW THE MAT.
Smith: Suerte has the cover!
Brunswick: ONE!
TWO!!!
THRENOO!!!
Mercer came out of the corner to break the count up just in the knick of time. Quickly Mercer starts throwing forearms across the back of Suerte making her end up off of Raven. Mercer tries to take advantage of Raven being down still and covers her up.
ONE!
TWO!
Suerte breaks up the count at two only to beat Mercer with some forearms over the back.
Brunswick: Payback from Suerte!
This time though instead of covering Raven the Womanbeast gets herself up and goes right for Mercer. Grabbing him by the neck she guides him up, but Mercer rakes the eyes making Suerte backup. Suerte stumbles back and Mercer keeps up the attack by getting Suerte in a headlock. Landing three solid knee strikes to the midsection Mercer finishes it with a fourth knocking down Suerte.
Brunswick: Manik Knees! Suerte could be finished here.
With no signs of Raven moving, Manik Mercer covers up Suerte knowing they'll be no interference. Hoping that he's won this war he watches Cecil slide in close. Hearing the slap of the mat of one a boost of confidence comes threw Mercer's body.
TWO!!!!!
Mercer's face lights up with joy knowing he has won!
THRENOOOOO!!!!
Brunswick: SHE KICKED OUT!!!! SUERTE KICKED OUT!
Like fireworks, the fans explode with excitement. They can't believe that Suerte got the shoulder up, and neither can Mercer. The beast looks to Cecil and sees only two fingers. Mercer holds up three fingers but nothing can change Cecil mind on this one as he signals that the shoulder got up.
Fed up with Suerte still being alive and able to continue Mercer snaps! Exiting the ring, Mercer jumps to the floor. When he lands he feels a jolt of pain go threw his back. Leaning forward, Mercer takes a deep breath as he recovers from the little leap to the floor. Surprised that he hurt himself Mercer knows that his body can't take much more, but the show must go on.
Holding his ribs Mercer walks close to the ramp. Still feeling blood from his head Mercer taps his face and feels teeth marks. Now turning the pain into rage Mercer looks into the ring at Raven and Suerte who now both are showing signs of life. Running on rage, the big guy heads under the ring curtain and pulls out a table. Kicking the extra weapons that spilled out of Ravens cart earlier out of the way he is able to pull it completely out. Setting it up close to the ring side he licks his lips, and looks to Raven.
Smith: Business is about to pick up here Brunny.
Brunswick: Ya I know, Suerte is back up again. The Womanbeast just won't stay down tonight.
Smith: Suerte said tonight is for her, tonight isn't about revenge, hatred, it's just for her. A win here would send her into Superbattle next month with a lot of momentum.
Suerte rolls out of the ring. Instantly she is holding her midsection as the damage from those knees have caused a bruise to develop. Rubbing her hair back Suerte gets the sweat away from her eyes. Knowing that putting Mercer threw another table could finish it for good as Raven is most likely done.
Raven... Poor Raven. She has taken an absolute beating tonight. Being put threw tables, beaten with weapons, the fans wonder how she is even alive. But that is the thing about Raven. No matter how many times she is down, no matter how often she is hurt, no what what hits her she is always going to fight back. Rolling over to her side Raven looks to Mercer who has set up a table. Looking at the tron Lady Death sees Suerte is on her way to Mercer. So the fight continues as Raven struggles to get to her feet.
Turning the corner Suerte goes right for Mercer.
Mercer is ready though as he's seen Suerte coming from the side. The two giants start playing shot for shot outside the ring once again. Mercer lands a punch which sends Suerte back, but Suerte comes back nailing him with a shot sending him back. Both fighting for control as they look to use the table. The continuing battle has the fans going with it like a game. When Suerte hits a shot they cheer, and when Mercer hits a shot they boo. Back and forth its a shot for shot punching contest.
Raven now is up and working her way to the turnbuckles. She's also holding her midsection, but also is hunched over a tad from the back pain. When she gets to the turnbuckles adrenaline starts to take over, and with every ounce of energy she starts to climb turnbuckle by turnbuckle.
Smith: Raven is going for a high risk move here, this could backfire!
Lady Death is now up on the top turnbuckle! Watching the punch for punch contest happen she raises her arms up in the air wincing while she does it. Finally she raises her arms, bends her knees, and leaps in the air in a flying headbutt motion.
Suerte and Mercer turn seeing the small body of Raven flying in the air!
Lady Death connects knocking Mercer and Suerte down! To Ravens surprise the PRW universe start cheering "LADY DEATH, LADY DEATH" and it seems like Raven may be winning the hearts of fans due to her hardcore attitude. Say what you will about Raven, but she's still in this match, and isn't giving up anytime soon.
Brunswick: Raven is small and underestimated, but she delivers everytime she steps foot in that ring. Tonight she is proving to the world that even with odds against her she is not afraid. Raven will never quit.
Smith: Ya Ya who cares, I'm more worried about that table being there. It's set up for perfect use, Brunny go over there and get it so I have somewhere to put my water bottle.
TBC
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Mar 10 2015, 08:17 AM
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All three wrestlers are down and the fans are going wild, 'SU-ER-TE, RA-VEN, SU-ER-TE, RA-VEN'. This seems to spur on both women in this match, they both begin to move and make their attempts at getting to their feet, Mercer is left leaning against the barricade that he hit when Raven took to the air; Mercer knows he has to dig deep than he has ever dug before to win this match, he knows that he will be sot into stardom if he wins but if he looses, he looses all his momentum and becomes the guy who folded at his first real hurdle. That's not saying Endura wasn't a tough opponent because she was. Raven is now back to her feet and so is Suerte, the toll of this match clearly shown by the unsteady nature in which they stand. Raven turns to face Suerte and Suerte looks to be searching for something else, she takes a few steps away from the exhausted triangle and leans forward to pick up a wooden plank that Raven brought with her on the way to the ring. Raven with a quicker than a walk pace heads forward to Suerte, once she is in striking distance she brings her leg back and kicks Suerte in the back of the knee sending the colossal woman on her back. Raven then Picks up the 2x4 Suerte was holding and lands a blow to the knee she just targeted, Suerte tries to roll out of the way but isn't successful as Raven is easily able to follow her.
Smith: Raven being smart here, targeting what gives Suerte her height advantage.
Brunswick: Coming into this match it was hard to imagine, Raven being such a force. At this moment in time she is the only one standing.
Smith: Yes, Josh people were underestimating her but I think now they realise, Raven is one touch cookie.
Suerte rolls away again but is stopped by the table Mercer set up, and Raven begins to smile, the fans in the building know what that smile means, the viewers at home know what the smile means,
Smith: You know what that smile means, Josh.
Brunswick: Someone is about to go through a table, Doug.
Raven reaches in and grabs a big clump of Suerte's hair, she helps the big woman to her feet with a couple of punches on the way up too. Suerte has other plans though and halts Ravens attempts of trying to get her on the table, her size alone makes it hard for Raven to manipulate Suerte's movements, but Raven is also tired which makes it that much harder. Suerte pushes Raven back and Raven almost trips up on her own feet, Suerte limping, walks towards Raven but Raven halts her by landing a kick to the knee which almost sends Suerte down but Suerte manages to used the barricade as a stabiliser. You can see Raven getting more and more frustrated and she lets fly with a jumping knee to the ribs of Suerte, adding more pain to the area Mercer targeted with the 'Manik Knees', Suerte folds over the barricade and Raven grabs another clump of hair. Pulling Suerte back over to the table, Raven lands a European uppercut that makes Suerte fall partially on the table, Raven helps the rest of Suerte on and lands another shot to keep her subdued. Raven runs towards the ring and rolls under the bottom rope,
Brunswick: Oh man, this is going to be painful.
Smith: Raven constantly putting her body on the line to cause damage to her opponents.
Raven makes her way to the corner post and begins to climb, it takes her longer than usual with each step looking as if it is taking a little bit out of her. She finally gets to the top rope but is only crouching, she is trying to get steady footing. Suerte is still out of it, probably enjoying the break from the action and Mercer has slowly gotten to his feet and is resting across the barricade. Raven finally stands up....But luckily or unfortunately, depends on who's side you are looking on, one of the table legs fold under Suerte's weight, Raven is crouched on the top rope again screaming. Jumping back into the ring she starts having a 'spoilt rich girl fit', she kicks the debris of the table that was broken by Mercer, then picks it up and throws it out the ring. Mercer is watching as Raven clears the ring of anything she can find, he smiles as he watches the bitch loose control, he smiles because she is screaming and because he has been left alone long enough to get his breath back. Raven grabs hold of her hair and turns to Suerte, Raven shouts and screams profanities and then exits the ring. Suerte has now crawled away from the table and is making her way to the ring, Raven meets her with a head stomp then walks right past her, picks up the table and heads back to the ring. She pushes the table under the bottom rope and then enters herself, once she is back up to her feet she begins to set the table up, Mercer slides in behind her. Raven who is so focused on setting up the table doesn't notice and Mercer stands right behind her. Once the table is set up Raven turns around, only to be stopped by Mercer's chest, without hesitation Raven lifts her knee up and hits Mercer in the area that makes every man in the arena cover their own.
Smith: Well their goes his chances of kids.
Brunswick: Ahh, why do men always feel the pain of that. I feel hurt from it.
Mercer crumbles right in front of Raven, she spits on him as she steps over him and exits the ring, Suerte is now to her feet and Raven gestures with her hands 'C'mon', Suerte obliges and walks towards Raven who backs up to the ring. With Raven's back against the apron she has a very little chance of getting out the way if Suerte charges, but Suerte doesn't charge, she stops a few feet away from Raven. Raven screams 'COME ON' and Suerte just shakes her head. Suddenly Raven feels the big muscular hands of Mercer on her head, he grabs hold of the dark locks of hair and Raven grabs hold of his arms, slowly her feet leave the ground as Mercer lifts with the strength he has left, Suerte walks towards the ring and goes to the left circling around. Mercer now pulls Raven into the ring and spins her around, as he does he places both hands around Raven's neck. Suerte picks up a chair and rolls into the ring. Mercer lifts Raven into the air and turns towards the table....But Suerte is in the way.
Smith: Suerte has a chair, Mercer has Raven...Both can be used as a weapon, haha.
Mercer drops Raven who falls to the right of him, now Suerte and Mercer stand face to face just a few feet apart. Suerte swings with the chair and Mercer swings with a punch...they both go down.
Smith: All three wrestlers are down, Mercer just got taken out with a chair and Suerte got dropped with a right hook. Raven has moved to the corner post to try and catch her breath, but all three are down.
Raven breathing heavily just witnessed what happened and decides to take advantage, she scuttles over to Mercer and goes for the cover,
ONE
TWO
THR.....NO!!!!
Mercer manages to get his shoulder up, but it was only barely, if Raven had a bit more weight maybe just maybe she could have kept his shoulder down but she wasn't and he kicked out. Suerte, out of instinct dives on what she thinks is a cover attempt, but she would have been a little to late if Mercer wasn't able to kick out. Both Suerte and Raven begin the race to their feet again, this time Suerte is up first and grabs hold of Raven, she pulls her into her legs and quickly lifts her up over her shoulders.
Brunswick: Suerte, going for the Powerbomb, Raven is about to be Powerbombed through the table.
Smith: I'd like to argue but I can't see it happening any other way, this could be it.
With Raven hoisted up in the air by Suerte and Mercer climbing to his feet the crowd go wild in anticipation...... But Raven doesn't want to be put through the table and has second idea's about the Powerbomb, she starts firing shots to Suerte's head. Mercer is up. With each blow Suerte loosens her grips, finally loose enough for Raven ...HURRICANRANA....
Smith: RAVEN PUT SUERTE THROUGH THE TABLE, OH MY GOD.
Brunswick: The impact, Suerte fell head first into that table....
Suerte is left in the remains of the table as Raven pushes her self back up to her feet.....Mercer is waiting, he lifts Raven up and on to his shoulders, kicking and screaming Raven struggles, but Mercer keeps her under control by jumping and using his shoulders as a ram. After a few jumps Raven becomes more manageable. Mercer then spins Raven whilst she is still on his shoulders,
Smith: That strength is not human.
...TORTURE RACK... Mercer locks in the Torture Rack, Raven cries out and the pressure on her back is almost folding her in half, will she get out of this or will this hellish match be finally over. Will Raven fold or will she tap?
TBC- Cecil.
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Folded over, writhing in pain, Raven screams but she refuses to yield.
The self hyped baddest bitch in pro wrestling shows just how willing she is to prove a point by resistint as much as she can. Flailing about, she manages to wriggle round in Mercer's grasp just enough to get hold of his forearm. Opening her mouth and sinking her teeth in, Raven bites the big man on the wrist as hard as she can.
Caught off guard by the desperation move, Mercer throws Raven off his shoulders and down onto the floor.
THIS MATCH CONTINUES!!!
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Mar 12 2015, 08:20 PM
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It has all come down to this.
Complete, and utter annihilation of the other. Three forces inexorably mauling the other for little more than bragging rights. Someone in some section of the PRW crowd is likely thinking an ECW chant to themselves. Maybe more than just him or her. Regardless, all bodies in the ring are prone, ragged and beaten down.
Mercer pounds the mat with his fists, growling out flagging breaths as he tries to summon himself up from a kneeling position. His right hand clutches at the bite, trying to stem a flow of scarlet.
Raven is a harpy.
Mercer notes this as he looks at the diminutive, writhing Raven. This small woman could pack one Hell of a wallop. No wonder why Suerte always looks so tense, so serious in most of their encounters. Raven is more than bitchy words and empty threats.
In the ring, she could deliver on some of her trash talk.
Smith: Raven had to get creative there!
Brunswick: Mercer is going to need some shots, I'm sure. He's still the only one standing though; Raven isn't going to go anywhere any time soon after that Torture Rack!
Smith: No shit! I'm surprised she didn't tap or pass out honestly!
Raven, as said, isn't going anywhere fast. Mercer stands and stalks over to her and drops his hands down on her shoulders. Raven quakes and looks up with tired, steely eyes. She's not afraid, hurting, but not afraid.
Perhaps she should be though.
Dragging her up, Mercer brings back his right arm and balls the hand into a tight fist, readying a heavy blow. Teeth flaring and another bestial growl issuing, Mercer is about to level Raven...when a heavy hand eclipses the one he has cocked back. Wincing, he starts to falter back as Suerte grips down and pulls. Raven is let go and teeters into the ropes as Mercer reels around into a Roundhouse Punch, arcing upward into his jaw.
The Lucky Ones start up another chant as their object of fixation hammers more Roundhouse Punches home, but Mercer battles back with Haymakers. The situation devolves into a striking session, the two titans standing and banging the drum off one anothers respective heads.
Mercer is heavier. Mercer is healthier. Mercer is stronger.
He battles Suerte back. For every one punch Suerte lands, Mercer lands two more twice as strong, battering her backwards, and silencing the Lucky Ones in their seats. The Monster and the Womanbeast, the Harpy in Raven.
Almost Greek Myth in proportion.
Raven summons up some vitality and rushes in as Mercer pounds Suerte into the the ropes, sweat flying through the air. Hopping onto Mercer's back, Raven halts the Monster up with what reserves of strength she can expend, volleying a weary flurry to the top, back and side of Mercer's head. Mercer staggers back, hands going to his back where he tries to dislodge Raven.
Suerte rallies and Lifts a Boot, sending Mercer down to the mat, Raven still on his back.
Once again pancaked, Raven lays spread eagle as Mercer rolls listlessly off her holding his face in his hands. Suerte hovers with glazing, heavy eyes. Watching Mercer stand, she regards him blankly as he recuperates and heads at her with her boot sole impression on his forehead.
Mercer unloads.
Haymaker, Right Cross, Left Cross, Forearm, Forearm, Ax Handle, Elbow, Elbow, Uppercut, Left Cross, Haymaker, Jab, Jab, Jab, sluggish Overhand Punch, sloppy backhand, barely there Lariat, Clothesline glancing off with no power...Mercer wavers, sweat pouring, head hanging, body shaking, hands welted.
Suerte standing.
The Womanbeast looks up at him through sweat and blood drenched hair, her face now a red mask of busted, bleeding flesh. She steps forward, slowly raises a hand to Mercer's forehead, and gently brings two fingers to his eyes, closing both lids with a simple, downward stroke. Her hand falls limply to her side and Mercer falls flat on his back.
The crowd loses it's shit.
The Lucky Ones drum up their chant machine and Raven is back in action again, coasting into the ropes and using the rebound for a fast sprint towards Suerte.
The Womanbeast ambles vacantly forward and catches Raven up by the neck with one hand, spilling her back to the mat with a Chokeslam that gets the Lucky Ones standing and everyone else popping appreciatively. Suerte collapses on top of Raven and weakly hooks her leg.
Brunswick: This is IT!!!
The ref slides in and raises his hand.
ONE!
Raises it again.
TWO!
Raises it once more.
THRE-NOOOO!?!
Mercer manages to break the count by flopping his massive body into the cover. The crowd sounds aloud and crazy once more, thoroughly enjoying Midcard Mayhem delivering an X-Division level classic. Mercer, a talented newcomer, Raven proving she deserves to be where she is and capable of going further...
And Suerte, proving she's a trigger waiting to be pulled...
Suerte rolls clear of her cover and settles still as Raven starts finding her head again. Mercer struggles to his knees and eyes the Womanbeast. Is she at her limit? Is this the summit of her powers? Is it all air from here and nothing solid?
Raven didn't care as she crawls to Suerte and weakly grabs her head, and just as weakly slams it back against the mat. The whole thing looks feeble. Raven has nothing left to give but her undying need to hate the Womanbeast. Mercer still has some fumes left, and he draws on them as he groans all the way up to his feet.
Brunswick: I thought that was the end right there!
Smith: Me too, Bruns! these three...they've given it they're all, destroyed themselves for a win that won't seem to materialize!
Brunswick: Raven, Mercer, and Suerte...we knew this one would be the ugliest war on the card, but it has definitely exceeded expectations...and all over nothing! This fight is literally because they all are either in fascination or in hate for one another! Is this what infatuation can do to three individuals!!!?!!!
Smith: This is what pride and need do to people, Brunny...it can get real ugly...
Raven slumps onto her back, gasping for air, Suerte remains still, unflinching, unresponsive. The ref looks at her with wide eyes and goes for a call, but Mercer grips his hand hard. The ref cries and Mercer jerks him sideways, throwing him hard across the mat.
Part of the crowd boos, others cheer. This match is continuing either way!
Mercer bends down and with some labored effort, drags Suerte up to vertical. He halts and just wavers with her for a moment. He needs to keep balance and find his last ounce of strength to pull this next part off. The crowd starts calling for it though, knowing what has to be coming next...
UN-MERC-IF-FUL!!!!
They shriek at him as he puts Suerte in a Headlock and works in as many Knees he can lift. Then he pitches her into the corner and rams his shoulder home. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! No ref to count, the official is riling about and because of that, Mercer has his way. EIGHT! NINE! TEN! Grabbing Suerte under the shoulder to support her and his other arm gripping the back of her head, Mercer hauls what's left of the Womanbeast to the opposing corner, crashing her back first into the pads.
She practically falls, but Mercer pins her into the post with a charging Shoulder Thrust. He hammers out another brutal ten to a crowd count and then stumbles away dizzy, letting Suerte crumble like ancient architecture to the mat.
Suerte trembles and convulses, she heaves out a gob of thick red to the mat and an unperturbed Mercer summons the last of his fumes, walks slowly over to her and drags her up once more. Getting his hands in position, Mercer does what no one has seen done with a Giant or Giantess...he Press Lifts her high and then brings her crashing down onto his knee for the Un-Merciful!
Suerte flops lifelessly to the mat and the crowd explodes for Mercer as he once again proves himself to be the most powerful man to date in PRW!
Brunswick/Smith: HOLY SHIT!!!
Mercer covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
...
FOUR!?!
FIVE!?!
SIX!?!
!!!???!!!
The crowd is counting but not the referee. Still hurting from the hard throw, Mercer realizes that he needs to get that official standing if he's going to win this thing, and he needs to get him standing now! Mercer struggles to his feet, well, tries; he makes a crouching position and then eats a Running Knee upside the head, via a returning Raven with a miraculous second or perhaps by this point, fourth wind! Spluttering about, he forces himself to at least try and stand, standing halfway into a relentless Raven, who, nails him with the Encore!
Like a stringless puppet, Mercer is torpor on the mat after bouncing onto his back from the impact. Raven quickly covers...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
...
FOUR!?!
FIVE!?!
SIX!?!
SEVEN!?!
EIGHT!?!
NINE!?!
TEN!?!
!!!???!!!
It dawns on Raven that the ref isn't coming. The official is dragging himself up in the corner, looking a little shaken and scared.
Raven wheezes out a breath, standing and going to the ref, flipping the crowd off en route for the vocal ten count they gave, and garnering some heat in the process. She gets to the ref and starts giving him tentative shoves and nudges, patting him on the back and communicating with him. She nods, and loops his arm over her shoulders, carrying her new best friend over to her forthcoming three count.
She hears the crowd shriek, specifically the Lucky Ones and the "DO-MI-NAR!" Chant echo. Her blood runs cold. Hairs standing up, she sees Suerte standing, knees bent, doubled at the waist, but standing. Head hanging, Suerte is pouring perspiration and her crimson life down on the matting.
Raven shirks the ref to the canvas, and when he cries out, she shouts at him, then turns back to Suerte.
The Womanbeast is just standing there. She sort of sways in place like the Sacramento Sequoia they call her. Raven stifles an amused laugh, and looks to the corner behind her. She does quick math. Running Knee + Encore = Pinfall!
Going to the corner, Raven revs herself up and screams her way into a headlong charge.
Like a Raptor, Suerte seems summoned to the fore by the movement and sways about, facing the on coming Raven...and steps forward, drops low and intercepts her mid leap. Suerte pirouettes with the momentum, carrying Raven through the air and planting her back first atop Mercer's chest, drawing a jump out of his muscled form.
Life gone, Suerte is dead to the world now.
Her body has no movement save soft rises and falls of breath. Arm dangling across Raven who is atop Mercer, Suerte has a dual cover.
TBC: The Ref [FINISH ATTEMPT - Suerteplex for the pin]
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Gotta take his word for it, guys, he's wearing Polka Dots...

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Mar 13 2015, 05:47 AM
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With the three of them down, the official slides in to make the count, making sure that Raven's shoulders are flat against Mercer, he then checks Mercer's shoulders to make sure they are flat.
Smith: So who wins this one? Raven with the pin on Mercer, or Suerte with the pin on Raven who has a pin on Mercer? They're both pinning each other.
Brunswick: Suerte more than likely, she's the aggressor in this instant.
As the commentators decide the semantics and mechanics of the conveluted cover attempt which has crowned this clusterfuck full of fighting and attitude, the official brings the hand up and slams it down
ONE.
TWO.
THREE.
WINNER: Suerte!
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Mar 14 2015, 08:12 PM
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The crowd erupts like a volcano as the third hand hits the mat. Suerte, unconscious, toppled atop a pile of crumpled humans, has achieved victory.
But like the aftermath of a volcano, when ashes dust the Earth, so too does this audience become clouded in the New Orleans arena.
“Execution Day” by the New Pornographers blares over the facility. The collection of heads dotting the bleachers swivel rapidly toward the stage. Out from beyond the curtain peers the figure of Lucky Larry. His head is bowed, hair tucked back behind his ears, his water-moistened skin glossy in the spotlight. He is dawned in his golden cross-laden wrestling tights.
Brunswick: Lucky Larry is out here! What is he doing?!
Smith: Whatever it is, it can’t be well-meaning.
Brunswick: It damn sure can’t be. After such a brutal, blood-curdling brawl, the only decent thing to do would be to applaud these warriors from the back. And Larry has apparently decided that he’s going to stick his nose in it!
Larry’s eyes hover upward, scanning the crowd sprawled around him. Each face is accompanied with a separate look of disdain: frowns, pouts, roughly furrowed eyebrows. But there’s only one smile in the entire arena, and its planted directly on the face of Lucky Larry. He stands tall atop the stage, like he is being anointed there. As his music draws silent, he brings that blessed microphone to his mouth.
“Well, I must say,” Larry says, teeth shining as he inhales a prolonged breath. “That was one hell of a match. I mean, I really must commend you three. You really put on a show tonight for us.”
The ramp rattles when Larry’s feet embark upon its surface. He saunters down it. Not one muscle in his body is tense. His smile is everlasting, as if settling into a nice state of drunkenness.
“It’s really quite a shame, though,” Larry says, staring at the ring with widened eyes. “That such an entertaining display must be wasted on these fans, these excrements Ms. Suerte calls ‘The Lucky Ones.’”
Larry brings two bunny-eared fingers next to his face, curling them downward. He drops his arm by his side and keeps up his slow pace, his head shaking in concert with his swiveling frame. Jeers begin to rain down like an autumn day in Seattle.
Smith: Look at that swagger, Bruns!
Brunswick: Can it, Dougie.
“They are really not deserving of such quality entertainment. You see, this entertainment is really reserved for people like Vince McMahon, Bill Gates, Lebron James, and of course, myself,” Larry says, brushing the hair out of his face, giggling with eyes barely-open.
“Because these ‘Lucky Ones,’” Larry says at he gets to the bottom of the ramp. “Well, they are really not lucky at all. The only thing they are is enamored with that bloodied monster who is dying uselessly in the ring right now. Her name of course, is ‘Suerte.’”
Larry stands sideways to the ring and juts a finger out toward the battered Womanbeast, lying prone atop a cluster of corpses. Larry snaps his hand down and quickly walks toward the steel steps. He lifts his right foot on the bottom one. The steps echo a metal thump.
“’Suerte’, of course, means luck in Spanish. And, I’m willing to put money down that half these people didn’t even know that!” Larry’s eyes turn to the audience and sweeps them like a broom. He swats his hand at them, shuttling up to the ring apron. He grips hold of the rope while wiping a smidgen of saliva from his lip.
“So, to call them ‘The Lucky Ones,’” Larry’s eyes descend and he shakes his head, like he feels stupid for saying it. “Well, it doesn’t really do justice to the fact that they all mop floors for a living. They pump gas at some moldy gas station in the red light district. They shine shoes on the corner, just to make ends meet, and do you know why that is?”
Larry ducks his head under the bottom rope and whips his body into the ring. He swiftly wafts his feet to the center of the canvas. The referee promptly leaves the ring upon Larry’s entrance.
“Because they were too scared and stupid to get real jobs, and make something of themselves!” Larry points a damning finger downward, his eyes circling the arena. The crowd begins to boo even louder so that Larry must shout to remain audible. “Instead, they continued to live in their worlds of shit, like the cowards they are!”
He poaches the turnbuckle and pushes his body against it, baring his teeth like an angry baboon at the audience. Then, he tilts his head. His eyes drift toward his shoulder. With a lunge, Larry spins around and approaches a still-unconscious Suerte. Crumpled atop the fleshy mess, her eyes are gone like the dead.
Larry looks down at the bodies and folds his arms. He shakes his head. Its like observing a jumble of obsolete car parts.
“Your so-called fans, Suerte, they’ve never had luck. If they did, they wouldn’t know what the hell to do with it,” Larry growls. He bows down toward Suerte and glares with eyes sharp like knives. Her head wobbles with every coma-like breath.
“There’s only one Lucky One in this fucked world, Suerte,” Larry broaches Suerte with two closing steps, his eyes stabbing her just inches from her being. “And it’s me.”
The vast horde of PRW humanity goes silent. Larry’s words bring the arena to a crunching halt. In midst of the stillness, Larry can be heard breathing into the microphone.
“So when you wake up from your little coma,” Larry says, a smile engulfing his lips. “Why don’t you-“
Suddenly, Larry’s throat is seized. The broad hand of Suerte reaches out from her once limp-body to grab it. Larry’s mouth drops as air struggles to climb down his throat.
Brunswick: What the-
Smith: Is she awake?!
Brunswick: She’s got Larry! Suerte’s got Larry!
The crowd gradually realizes the occurrence. Deafening noise begins to roar from the outer reaches of the complex.
Suerte rises slowly as if boulders are clearing from her head and crumbling to the ground. Larry’s eyes furrow and his nostrils open wide. The sight of Suerte is the substance of nightmares: a blood-covered monster grinding her teeth together. The rounded pupils of the Lucky wrestler stick to the Tenth Wonder of the World, following her impressive girth.
Smith: Larry looks like he’s in disbelief!
Brunswick: It’s real easy to talk when you think your victim is unconscious!
Suerte pulls herself from the canvas, weakly at first. But, when she rises, her head is shaking with an undeniable fury. Her jaw is fastening itself together like a bear trap. Her fingers push holes in Larry’s neck like excavators. Her eyes are charged with electricity, and veins protrude from her neck like flashes of lightning bolts.
All around the arena, the New Orleans faithful are pumping their fists in the air.
Smith: This crowd is like a jet engine!
Brunswick: They are billowing with anticipation! I can’t hear myself talk!
Suerte steps over the bodies of Mercer and Raven. Her eyes are locked on Larry, burning him alive. Larry rips at Suerte’s wrist in a panic. He begins to claw with his fingernails so that red lines begin to course Suerte’s skin like rivers.
But Suerte just snarls. She bites her lip so hard it could bleed. She pulls Larry up high with the grip still strong on his throat. Larry’s mouth is open like a black whirlpool. His eyes are squeezed shut. Then, he comes hurling back to the Earth. He smashes down, back-first onto the canvas.
Brunswick: ANOTHER CHOKESLAM BY SUERTE!
The crowd goes ballistic. They start chanting her name, repeatedly and without hesitation. “SU-ER-TE! SU-ER-TE! SU-ER-TE!”
With the momentum of the collision, Larry goes tumbling toward the edge of the ring. Clutching his neck with one hand and the other aiding his back, he falls out of the squared-circle and hits the floor with a thud.
Suerte storms around the ring. Her stomping feet quake the ropes and cause them to shiver so fast they blur. Her eyes are darting about the arena, the crowd getting behind her more and more with every passing cheer. She spreads her arms and screams into the crowd. Blood continues to rush down her face.
Brunswick: Suerte has risen from the dead! Larry is probably not so glad he came out here now!
Smith: It isn’t likely, no.
Larry, holding the back of his head, looks around him as if stranded on a desert island. What he finds, as he crawls toward it helplessly, is a dented chair lying flatly beside him. He grabs hold of the left leg with his hand, pulling it closer to him and resting his head against it. A smile slides along the corner of his lip and fogs the steel of the chair.
Brunswick: As fate would have it, Larry has procured a chair now. It’s the same one Suerte used on Mercer during the match!
Smith: You see, Bruns? Larry is indeed a lucky man. With seemingly no hope, that chair is coming to his rescue.
Brunswick: Look out Suerte! Look out!
Suerte turns her eyes from the crowd. She grazes the back of her hand against her lips. When she looks, she sees a thick coat of her own crimson layered thickly there. She laughs with a tremendous exhale.
She turns suddenly toward the side of the ring in which Larry resides. She approaches, her feet pounding against the canvas.
Meanwhile, Larry hooks his knee underneath him and pushes himself up. Coming to a stumbling bipedal position, Larry presses his forearm to the apron to keep upright. He holds the chair low, the ring acting as his trusty blindspot. He waits.
Suerte hangs her arm over the top rope like a tree vine. Her imposing hand grips onto Larry’s hair and rips at it like a weed. Larry winces, but as he feels a cluster of hair begin to detach from his pores, he lifts the chair up over him with great velocity.
CRACK!
The chair vaults into Suerte’s face. Her knee loosens like a screw. Her towering body teeters over and crashes to the mat. She lays motionless, blood beginning to waterfall from her face.
Brunswick: Larry with the chair! Larry got Suerte! She goes down like a ton of bricks!
Smith: What a shot!
Larry sees the damage he’s done, a wrecked Suerte laying face-down in the ring. Mercer and Raven remain downed in the corner, unable to respond. Larry stares at Suerte for awhile. He raises an eyebrow, and grins. He looks into the crowd for a moment with this expression tattooed to his face. Then, he climbs into the ring with chair in hand. When he stands, he begins to circle Suerte.
Brunswick: What does Larry got up his sleeve here?
Smith: He’s licking his chops, Bruns! He’s got her in the palm of his hand!
Larry grabs Suerte by the hair and lifts her face up. Her eyes are white like large pearls shoved into her sockets. The mouth hangs open, blood and spit dripping off her lip. Larry lets her face fall to the mat and splash drops of blood all around it.
The chair is laid down neatly beside Suerte. Larry then perches himself over her, propping his arms under her sternum and lifting her up onto his knees. She looks as if she’s being crucified there in Larry’s intricate hold.
Brunswick: He’s going for the camel clutch?!
Smith: Well then what’s the chair for?
Larry grabs the chair. He hangs it over Suerte’s head, opening it half-way and sliding the slot over her neck. It clasps against Suerte’s throat tightly and chokes her.
Brunswick: OH GOD NO!
Smith: What the hell is Larry doing?!
Larry grabs the chair by its top and pulls it back like a rat trap. He can hear her spine beginning to unravel like a zipper. As he continues to thrash on Suerte’s neck and back, he lifts his face toward the sky and laughs maniacally. He can hear the crowd saying stop, but he shakes his head ferociously and grits his teeth. His eyes are sewn shut.
Brunswick: SOMEONE’S GOTTA STOP THIS!
Smith: Larry has gone too damn far! This is too fucking far, Bruns!
Larry continues to lean back. Further and further. When suddenly, a boot goes crashing against the side of his face. Collapsing to the canvas goes Larry. When he looks up in a daze, Mercer is standing there over him. Manik Mercer casts his shadow over Larry, his shoulders rising and falling drastically with every hungered breath. The crowd exudes a cautious cheer for the rescue. Still, there is a hush hovering the arena for the near-fatal attack that just transpired.
Brunswick: Thank God!
Smith: Mercer may have just saved Suerte’s life.
Larry crawls backward into the corner, straying as far from the beast as he can. His eyes are wide as he clutches the bottom rope. Mercer looks down at his injured bride. He kneels and pulls the chair delicately from the grasp of her cranium, then slowly turns his head back to Larry. Manik’s nostrils are flaring as if to breathe fire.
Brunswick: Don’t just put a stop to this attack Mercer! Put an end to Lucky Larry too!
Smith: Yeah that might be the only course of action for Mercer here, Bruns.
Larry pulls himself up rapidly, using the ropes. Mercer takes another step toward him, his body eerily calm. Larry’s mouth is hanging open. He glances toward the chair, then back up to Mercer. Then, with a quiver, he holds his hands out to Mercer and smiles.
“Come on big guy,” Larry says. “Take it easy.”
Larry licks his lips. Mercer takes another giant step toward him. The smile wipes away from Larry’s face. He retracts his hands as if he might lose them otherwise, holding the closest rope tightly.
Brunswick: Larry’s about to get exactly what he deserves, Dougie!
With a sudden howl, Mercer lifts the chair up and swings it down at Larry. But like a cat in a busy street, Larry ducks the chair and dives to the mat, scurrying to the other edge of the ring. The chair collides with the turnbuckle and obliterates into a useless piece of junk.
Larry slips out beneath the bottom rope and hits the floor, holding his ribcage as if his heart might burst from his chest. He scampers to his feet and dashes for the base of the ramp.
Brunswick: Larry just barely got out of there before Mercer got him! Damn it! Larry cannot get away with that!
Smith: Looks like he is. At least for tonight.
Mercer watches Larry from the ring, with eyes like gun barrels. He watches as Larry walks backwards, his body contorting with laughter. He watches as Larry sticks his finger out at Mercer and wiggles it like a worm, points to his own head and nods like a know-it-all.
Brunswick: Oh yeah, you sure are smart, aren’t you Larry?
“I guess I really am the Lucky One, aren’t I?!” Larry yells as he looks off to the hate-spewing crowd. With one final backpedal, he whips around and trudges away from the ring. He disappears behind the curtain, leaving Mercer nothing more to look at than the brutalized Suerte frozen at his feet. He shakes his head, then casts his eyes downward to The Sacramento Sequoia.
Brunswick: This was an absolutely devastating attack. Lucky Larry is going to have hell to pay, Doug.
Smith: I am just at a loss for words to say. That was just, unbearable to watch. I sure hope Suerte is alright. Larry, on the other hand, better hope that she is not.
Mercer kneels down beside Suerte. He rests his hand on her back, then bows his head as paramedics storm the ring with boxes of medical supplies.
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